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Yeah, yeah.
Its a no I.D. legendary production.

Twista..
I'm a giant, astrological science
rappin violence,
I'm such a tyrant.
Verbal telekinesis is fellas to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but holy like you could its from Jesus.
As good as Brief is,
with the of a sorcerer, never put fork in a pork,
I'm the orchestra.
Forfit formula,
im formin a thesaurus of versus,
or its a chorus or more when i a forrest.
super powers like Morphius, like the orical,
portable mp3 let you play whats recordable.
Ledgendary like Trackster, not to bury a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you just a actor.
Identification is gone have to go by me cause as i dont got no I.D.
dont got no I.V.
Intravenously poetry pedeialite give um,
said it was hot so check the media hype.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The [aint no escape yall]
the heat [no turin back, im forever]

i recolect the era terra and recommendations
of wreckin the mic, respect a mack no hesitation.
Meditation or not, I'm givin my to Allah,
thoughts of shit harder an throwin rocks at the Cahaba.
These days is the dolla,
all of um ballin, this sounds scannin the cannon
you ask if its all appallin.
All the braggin is saggin an swaggin an drugs,
an the thug in pants an what happen to yes yall,
an, sometimes I cant help the violence when i kick rhymes,
make you shut the fuck up like or pantomimes,
a autograph for you as if you a fan of mine,
cause i got you trippin off the way my rhyme.
fixation on my is evident I'm benevolent,
cause the flow is elegant, throw an elephant.
They shoulda told um that i flow petroleum,
an i been at the podium sense break dancin on linoleum.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat. no escape yall]
The heat.
The heat. [Tracksta, no I.D.]
The heat. [mr immortality, im forever]

Coolin the hustlers eatin rum fish,
is crisp,
cant fake niggas an fake bitches.
Dont make me my stomach,
killas will come through the bathroom an tie up yer hunny.
I'm all my coins but fly Donald Goines a rat,
fuck wit fly tender loins.
You it, you blow it, you know gotta go,
you cant live here, word to the mamas a no.
Surrounded by an consularies,
get glarey, a refridgerator might fall.
Dont worry you a good nigga, stay in zone,
you speakin to a rich, rap nigga,
on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer with lead,
i got some Chicago nigga do it quick fast for some bread.
An my lawyer, an prince,
slid to America with 3 bags of in black bags.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat.
The heat.